A Queens Story Lyrics - Nas

Rest in peace to Black Just 

Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck 

Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome 

Definition of good nigga, yo 

Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal 

Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you 

In front of you, it's foul what this money could do 

Cash corrupts the loyal 

I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth 

Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad 

I could've died the same night that Stretch died 

I just got out of his ride 

He dropped me off and drove to Springfield 

November thirtieth, another Queens king killed 

It fucked me up, y'all 

I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute 

The legal way, drug-free route 

Back in the days, they was sleeping on us 

Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it 

Trying to leave Queens out 

But we was pulling them Beems out, them M3's out 

Pumping bringing them D's out 

Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house 

Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth 

Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings 

Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children 

Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood 

Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though 

Bridge niggas be up in Petey's ten racks, yo 

A simple bet on a serious cash flow 

Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro 

Queensbridge unified all I ask for 

Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo 

I just salute real niggas when I pass through 

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Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery 

Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai 

The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery 

Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries 

You be starving in Kew Gardens 

Bolognas and milk from a small carton 

You could still feel chills from the team 

On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream 

His face on his Shirt Kings 

Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking 

Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map 

Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats 

Thugs bark, getting amped from weed 

Over the heart of champions, see 

Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough 

(You all know how the story go) 

(go, go, go, go...) 

(You all know how the story go) 

(You all know how the story go) 

(go, go, go, go...) 

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Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask? 

Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths 

Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot 

And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory 

Drinks in the air for my niggas not here 

This how we do, I see you D.U 

Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends 

Crack the Patrón, Hennessy, and Glenlivets 

Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows 

Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow 

I'm a real O.G cause back in nine-three 

Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little 

Laid back in a rental 

Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental 

Nigga getting money now, but you know I'm still mental, but not simple 

Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot 

And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory 

Drinks in the air for my niggas not here 

This for the fallen soldiers 

Hold it down, I told ya 

Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling 

Watch the con realest channel his mom's spirit 

Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her 

Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer 

Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers 

And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose 

Liars brag they put work in 

You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin 

Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains 

Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably 

If music money didn't stop me 

I never claimed to be the toughest 

Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed 

It's the game that we was stuck with 

Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids 

Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went? 

No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket 

It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket 

Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit? 

Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went? 

Old videos show niggas that was murdered since 

Another reason to get further bent 

Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot 

And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory 

Drinks in the air for my niggas not here 

This for the fallen soldiers 

Hold it down, I told ya 

Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling